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I am still taken aback by that fateful event.
That cruel
fate had me "broken" into million pieces from which I have yet to come
out "alive" in full glory. No word of condolences and desperate
"cheer up" attempts of friends made any sense to me. A very heavy ‘invisible’
force stuck me so hard that knocked me down unconscious. Sympathizers and
friends alike freaked out by the terrible sight of me. I was a sick man with
all dreams shattered. I could hear and see yet nothing really existed. I would
walk miles with no clear destination. I would wake up from a nightmare, totally
soaked in sweat.
Living in that amusing hallucinatory castle was a beautiful
feeling only to be short-lived. I would think millions different things yet
only one thing would eventually come to focus, repeatedly. It was irresistible
and I gave up after playing that losing battle. My airbed turned unbearably
cold and otherwise charming life turned into a source of miseries. I looked
ah…